~ ~ Past the Old Iron Gate ~ ~

Past the old, iron gate Down a path of broken slates Of a cemetary, long since forgotten Some tombstones so old they've broken Some so old they had begun to crumble Names and dates on them no longer legible All varieties, angels and lambs to name a few All very old, aged but none are new A gravestone standing in grass overgrown Chisled by hand from some kind of rock or stone In the back all alone, a seven foot cross Celtic to be precise, the base worn and covered with moss Carved deep and bold across this momument, a single word ~ BELOVED ~